This is a song about "Witness death"

What you getting is death

Baby i’mma mess, mess

I swear i didn't kill them randy is my witness!

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

And witness the entire n.w.a. thing

Acting like you real or something

All i want now, is death

I can taste the salt from my tears

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I'm a witness, yesterday, this instance.

That's all u need is death

Spending her time with him i guess

Shit this bass-ackwards hit list fills itself still no eye witness

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

It was sorta an accident, and a witness?